0 comments/ 107313 views/ 33 favorites A Weekend at Home By: Coxswain The nitty-gritty about my menfolk I'd been in the Army for a couple of years when I got a sudden temporary assignment to a research site very near my hometown. Instead of driving straight out to the base, I stopped in at home to surprise everybody. At 1:00 in the afternoon on a Saturday, the house was empty--or so I thought. I let myself in quietly, not really trying to be silent but not bumping into anything--accidentally quiet. I headed for the refrigerator for a Coke, but as I passed the hallway, I heard a sound--The Sound. Everybody raved that if I joined the Army, I would turn into a slut, but that's self-righteous nonsense. No doubt some female soldiers were loose, but I wasn't, and none of my close friends were (I hoped). That said, I must admit I lost my cherry in the Army. A good girl, I planned to save it for my husband, but he didn't come along in time. Corporal Feldman did--but that's another story. My point is that from hearing Corporal Feldman working above me, heavy breathing as he looked down at me, I knew what a man sounded like in rut. A man somewhere in the house was in rut. Oh, no, this is too delicious to pass up! I hadn't been trying to be quiet before, but suddenly I went into Stealth Mode. I sneaked down the hallway, my head ablaze with possibilities. Dad probably wasn't home. Grandpa? Poor old guy, I couldn't blame him. Grandma had died several years earlier, and--how can I put this?--since discovering what Corporal Feldman could do to me, I don't think I could go seven years without sex. And men were supposed to be even worse. Feldman told me he beat the meat nearly every day (when I wasn't around). The sounds, though, came from the other side of the hallway, my brother's bedroom. Gregg was a senior in high school, a jock, a straight-A student, and since he turned 18, I'd been after him to join the Army when he graduated. Oh, how funny! Gregg is jacking off! I just had to take a peek. The closer I got to the door, the more I heard words mixed in with the animal sounds. Ohmigod, he's praying! And jerking off at the same time? I give up. Boys are weird. So are men, for that matter. Corporal Feldman liked to drip Hershey syrup over my naked body and then lick it off, but that's normal: everybody likes chocolate. I pressed my ear against the door: "...and Heavenly Father, forgive me, but I keep getting a hardon just thinking about him ..." More grunts and groans. Him?? "...I've told myself a million times not to think about him like that, but, heavenly father, I can't help it!" More meaty sounds. I was amazed. Gregg was gay? "...when I get in his bedroom and the smell of him hits me, I get rock hard again...Grunt, groan..." A thrill shot through me. A neighbor? Around here? Who on earth could it be? "...Heavenly Father, you know how I love the smell of his jockstrap. Dear God, just knowing that hot, sweaty man has been in it--I have to grab it out of the hamper and sniff it!!" From the loud moan and the furious sounds of slapping meat, I figured Gregg was losing it. He grabs underwear from some neighbor's hamper? In spite of how wicked, I just had to look! Ever so gently I turned the knob, and with an angel's touch I pushed open the door. Classic view. My brother lay back on his bed, his feet over the side, touching the floor, giving me a front-row seat at my brother's exhibition. But something even more astonishing gave me the strangest sensation. Gregg was--I had to swallow and lick my lips--bigger than Corporal Feldman! And not just bigger, he was way bigger. A little weak in the knees, I braced myself on the door frame. Forget about the damned prayers, look at that thing! Stunning! My hell, his fingers don't reach around it! Breathing harder, I leaned against the wall. Fuck, that is thick! Corporal Feldman's big hog had me thinking of him every day, and no Green Beret could go through an obstacle course faster than I could make it across the fort to Feldman's barracks if I got a call from him. But I gulped. I can reach all the way around his. What Gregg's got in there is obscene! I had a seat on the front row just in time for the climax of the performance. Gregg's giant cock reached critical mass, his good right hand stroking furiously, and like the fireworks on July 4th, big gobs of the family seed shot into the air--Good pneumatics, too. Look at those heights! I was amazed. My little brother had a concealed weapon: M224 60mm infantry mortar. Fired a 2½-inch shell. I couldn't get my fingers around one of those shells, either--Damn, Gregg's cock is a mortar shell! Carried his own ammunition, too. Gregg's ejaculation made a mess all over his belly, thighs, hand and wrist, and down over his hairy balls (also hefty, virile organs). I silently eased the door shut and sneaked back down the hall, breathing hard, almost dizzy with arousal. I didn't dare slide down the banister--I was so wet I would've reached the bottom at 60mph. I considered going back to my car to finger myself into a little more composure, but instead I went to the front door, opened it, then slammed it loudly. "Helloooo, anybody home? It's me, Sandra!" I heard a thump upstairs. Poor Gregg fell off the bed. Serves him right. All these years and he never let me know what he's packing. A minute or so later, he came bouncing down the stairs in a clean T-shirt and shorts, barefoot. "Sandra! What brings you here?" We hugged. I sniffed. Yep. I recognize that smell. Corporal Feldman, testosterone oozing from every pore, just before he lights up the victory cigarette after fucking me into Parade Rest. I smiled. "Got an assignment to Camp Jenerai. Going out there to tinker with new counterespionage equipment. Thought I'd stop in for some home cooking and family gossip! But believe me, boy, nothing you can say will top what I just saw. We went into the kitchen. He fetched a couple of Cokes from the refrigerator, and we sat at the breakfast bar. "So how do you like the Army after all this time?" "I like it; I really do. I'm thinking of staying in." "Wow." Then Evil Sandra chimed in. "How's your love life, Gregg?" He looked into the distance. "I'm in love." "Really? Is it anybody I know?" Still with that dreamy look. "Yeah, you know him--HER! You know her!" I giggled. "Freudian slip?" It was terrific. He blushed. "Yeah--damn, what made me say that?" "So I know him?" "HER!" "Okay, okay, so I know her. I've been away long enough that I don't know anybody from high school anymore, so--one of the neighbor...girls?" Gregg got nervous, fidgeting. He went to the sink to pour a glass of water. Hmmm. I must be too close for his comfort. We talked for a while, then he left to run some errands. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. Dad won't be home until about 5:00. Grandpa is with his poker buddies for their Saturday game. He probably won't get home until midnight." Home alone for a bit, I figured fate had put me there for a reason! I got out my surveillance equipment satchel. Civilians watch action movies and science fiction shows and don't realize the Army already has a lot of that outer-space equipment. People would be astonished at how tiny some of the Army's surveillance stuff is. I installed some of my tiny cameras in what I figured would be strategic spots. This will be fabulous! Gregg came back a couple of hours later, and I wondered if he had rendezvoused with whoever "she" was. We talked some more--traditional catching up, stories of the Army, stories of Dad's work, and a little TV. Wicked Sandra, though, steered the conversation around to The Subject. "I sure hear some tales of lovemaking," I said casually. "You wouldn't believe what those Army women talk about." "Oh?" Gregg lowered his voice. "What do they talk about?" "Oh, Gregg, some of them are really sluts! One told me her boyfriend had"--I paused modestly--"a penis so big, she could hardly walk when he'd finished with her, but--I giggled shyly--"she said she couldn't get enough of him." I smiled my best good-little-girl grin. "Isn't that nasty?" Gregg's smile was grim. "Yeah. Nasty." And with my eyes wide open in innocent, girlish awe, "And Gregg, have you ever heard of a foreskin? Some men have big skin sleeves over the ends of their penises!" I knew Gregg was circumcised from when we were children (and before he'd "developed.") It occurred to me, though, that my talk was "woman turn-on," not "man-teasing," but before I could switch to how Private Jane Phearson liked taking a .45 pistol up her cunt, Gregg got up again. "I--gotta go to the bathroom." Wow. That horny that soon? I had all my remote monitor stuff set up in my old bedroom, so I hurried there and turned it on. Gregg came into the bathroom and took off his clothes--Yes! That pussy-stretcher again! Ooh, what I could do with that. Behave yourself, you craven slut, that's your brother! It's not fair! The biggest dick I've ever seen escapes on a technicality! Things got hot on the screen, though. Gregg ran his hands up and down his furry body. You go, Gregg! Work it, work it! Then he started jerking off. Oh, yes! I zoomed in. Gregg stared down, so I swiveled the tiny camera down on its cable. Something on the floor. Gregg bent down to pick it up. False alarm. Just Dad's jockstrap--as the manager of a lumberyard, Dad always wore athletic supporters. He'll toss it in the hamper. But no! Gregg held the mesh pouch to his nose, breathing deeply. Oh, my hell! Then he licked the crotch where the two straps came together! Again and again! I almost fell out of my chair. Suddenly I was so wet, my perch on the chair got a little slimy. I should've worn something more than silk panties. Gregg put his fist into the pouch of Dad's jock and sucked it! I couldn't believe my eyes. Gregg sat on the toilet, sucking Dad's cock in the form of his own fist in Dad's jockstrap, beating his own big meat at full speed. For my part, I ground my ass into the chair, rubbing back and forth, wishing Gregg was doing something else with that big cock--make that doing someone else--me! I saw his lips moving. I turned up the volume. "...and Heavenly Father ... "--What? More prayers?--"...Forgive me for lusting after..."--He paused, gasping, maybe hitting his G-spot, or whatever boys have. Come on, come on, Who is it??--"...Heavenly Father, I'm lusting after my own father..." I did fall off the chair. Combination of slick vinyl, pussy juice, and complete, total astonishment. Judas H. Priest! I scrambled back onto the chair, praying Gregg hadn't heard the crash. Nope. Still jerking off. Me, too. The Magic Finger joined him in his fantasy--I could see it: Gregg and Dad naked, doing it. Oh, this is just too good! I have to see this in real life! I had a set of mini-devices from the US Army inventory called "unlockers," and I had installed them on the bathroom and bedroom doors. The little remote-control pieces, when inserted into a keyhole and activated, stuck out dozens of tiny pins, sensing the variations in the keyhole's pattern, then the whole device rotated, opening or closing the lock on the door, window, or whatever. Gregg had locked himself in the bathroom, of course. I pressed the button to Unlock, then tiptoed out of my bedroom and down the hall. Just then I heard Dad's car pull up the driveway. Evil Sandra gave me an idea. I ran down to the kitchen, grabbed a pen, and wrote a note: DAD, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU. COME UP TO THE BATHROOM A Weekend at Home Ch. 01 My name is Craig Wellington, I work at a insurance company and I have a lovely family. My every day is quite boring as they become after being at the same job for 20 years and the passion isn't what it should be between my wife and me. But what I will tell in this story is the best thing that happened to me. My wife, Elisabeth, was spending some time with her sister in Boston for the weekend so I was looking forward to a relaxing time at home with some beer and movies. My daughter Emily was gonna spend some time at a friend's house so I wouldn't see much of her either. Ah, finally Friday. I came home, put the beers in the fridge and laid down on the sofa. Finally some alone time. I love my family but it can get too much to see them every day. Then the phone rang... - "Yes?" - "Hi daddy, it's me. - "Emily, where are you?" - "I'm at my friend Becky's place... I was just wondering... Is it OK if we come home and spend the weekend at our place instead? It's so many people here already and we want to be more by ourselves." - "Sure honey, that's okay. You can come whenever you like". - "Thanks daddy! See you later". Damn, I had been looking forward to be alone but I can't say no to my princess. Besides...she was bringing Becky... Becky is my daughters hottest friend, and she always dress great, showing off her body. Both Emily and Becky turned 18 last week, they were adults now but they still had that innocent look about them. But I knew that behind those looks there were more. Becky was a brunette with gorgeous brown eyes. She had a really tight body with those small petite tits...sometimes she would be wearing a white top without a bra and you could see those hard nipples almost bursting through the top. What I wouldn't give to suck on those. I noticed I had gotten a hard-on just thinking about Becky, god how I liked to think about it. And then there was my daughter, Emily. I knew I shouldn't but sometimes I can't take my eyes off her, off her body. She had developed these full tits, and a great round ass. Sometimes when she bends over I just go crazy when I look at that amazing cleavage. I know she has noticed me a couple of times, but I mean who wouldn't look. I looked at the watch and thought it best to go shower now and prepare dinner before the girls would arrive. I was just finished with the shower when I heard the door slam. - "Daddy? We're home!" I went down the stairs and greeted them. - "Hello, welcome home. Hello Becky, how are you?" - "Hi, Mr Wellington, I'm fine. Happy to be here, we're gonna have so much fun." I was ready to eat them up. Becky had this tight yellow top on and shorts so small they left little to the imagination, and my little princess had a miniskirt and a pink top on. I loved when she wore pink, it seems so girly and youthful. I asked what they had planned to do and they were just gonna be upstairs in Emily's room watching a movie, so I stayed down and relaxed in the living room. "I think your dad is hot" Becky said to Emily. - "Schh, he might hear you!" - "So?" Becky said licking her lips and looking into Emily's eyes. "I'm gonna go down talk to the man of the house a bit...come down in 10 minutes." - "What are you gonna say?" - "You'll see." I was half asleep on the couch when suddenly I heard a voice. - "Hello Mr. Wellington. Becky was standing by the couch, I rubbed my eyes so I woke up a bit... I could see her nipples were hard.. I directly wondered if her pussy was wet.. She sat down beside me in the couch. I could see down her cleavage, looking at those small tits. - "Do you like them?" I was aroused and too horny to be anything but in the moment. - "They're perfect". - "Do you wanna lick my teenage tits?" - "Yes!" - "I want you to come inside me...on me... fuck me". What a dream! I couldn't wait any longer. I started caressing her, over her tits and between her legs. She unzipped my pants and quickly took out my dick. She looked at it. - "It's so big!" - "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck your mouth with it...get down and suck it." She took the cock in the mouth and started working on it. Shit it felt good. Suddenly I felt a presence and looked right.. Emily! - "Honey...no.." - "So this is what you wanted to do.." I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. I saw my little princess and I wanted to fuck her! "Come and help me suck your fathers cock, he's big, you can fit beside me" Becky said. Emily walked to her father and went down on her knees by his dick. -"Do you want your dick in my mouth, daddy?" - "Yes, princess, yes. Take my cock in your little mouth...make me come." Becky was beside me and I took of her panties, they were wet and smelled perfectly. I grabbed my daughters hair and pulled her up from my dick. - "Taste your friends pussy." I pushed the panties in Emily's mouth and she seemed to get aroused like hell. She licked the inside of the panties. I then put the around her throat and pulled her down to my cock again. What a feeling. My little daughter is gurgling on my pre-cum, trying to take as much as she can, sharing it with her friend. What a night this is gonna be. I pull the panties tighter around my daughters throat, asked her to deepthroat that cock. I'm gonna make her my slut, starting today. They stop for a while to kiss each other, share my pre-cum. I look in awe as my cum is running down over their tits, cum and saliva. I pull Becky by her hair and I force my dick down her throat, take it out and then down again. - "You like it huh? You like this?" Becky nodding her head best she can. - "Yes, yes! Fucking use me, treat me like a bitch. Destroy me." Emily seems like almost in a trance, she starts slapping Becky on her face while I fuck her mouth. - "Take my father's cock! Take it in your little mouth. Take it!" I can't take it anymore, I gotta spray them. - "Shit, I'm gonna cum!" Emily pulls Beckys hair and hold her face in a tight grip. - "Cum in her mouth! Do it now! And don't you dare swallow, I want my share." I cum like I never have before, it seems like it's coming forever. I'm filling that mouth and it starts dripping down her cheeks. Emily positions her mouth under Becky's and makes her drool the cum into her own mouth. Oh my god, how big slut is my little princess. She proceeds to swallow all the cum. - "You taste good daddy. Now what, I want more..." A Weekend at Home Double-plugged! I never felt so full in my life! In fact it was a little uncomfortable, but crazy-horny good uncomfortable! With two big guys in my saddle, my lust level was off the scale. Like two huge spark plugs in both my cylinders, they turned me into a Harley Davidson engine throbbing and roaring. Oh, yes! I was their fucking motorcycle, and their lunges jounced me in the air, riding me across a rough road. I was so fucked up, so out of my mind, I raised my head like a hood ornament, mouth open, gasping for air, living only for the rhythm of the outlaw bikers turning me into their sleek, horny chopper. Crazy electricity! Physical to the max! Flaring explosions! They both unloaded in me at once--chip off the old block, Gregg cummed at the same time as his old man--and I got sperm pumped into me from two firehoses! If they ever let me down, jism would run down my legs so hard, I would leave semen-footprints all the way back down the stairs. But I was beyond caring. Feet off the ground. Cumming in both pussy and ass at the same time. An Orgasmultiple! Rocking out like I never thought possible! Instantly my mind went all-purple, and I floated through an insanity of pleasure! When it was finally over--all three of us burned out like supernovas--my two lovers disconnected from me, Dad sitting back onto the toilet, Gregg falling back against the door, and I slumped to the floor, a sopping sponge of female flesh. After our breathing slowed from panting gasps, we looked up at each other. Dad was first to speak. "My poor children, I am so sorry--so ashamed at what I did!" Then it was weird: Gregg and I both spoke at the same instant--"But I wanted it to happen!" "We should never have done this." "Hey, Dad, what's the problem? I'm on the pill." "And I've been lusting after you for years!" I reached up and touched Dad's knee. "And since Mom's gone, Dad--you deserve a little pleasure." I figured that was the moment to close the door on his doubts and regrets--and besides that, Gregg got to suck that big cock, and I had the right, too. I rose up, bent my head down into Dad's crotch, and the conversations took on a sort of tonguing tone. Dad may have had second thoughts, but his body ballooned that big dick up like it was his wedding night. Oooh, yeah! Licking and sucking over his big cockhead, I fondled his balls. Like big eggs. Shaped like eggs, too. I giggled inside. I'm the one with the eggs, but his are the only ones that look like huevos! I looked up. Dad's eyes rolled back in his head. He was with us again, his big sword back in action! He tried to stand up, but I followed, sucking all the way up, and I don't know, maybe his orgasm started, but with a groan, he collapsed on the toilet again, almost breaking the seat. I didn't let him stand up until he signed for his release--in a planeload of cum that bulged out my cheeks like a chipmunk. Wow. My father's sperm. I've got the DNA from this stuff in every cell of my body. Tasted a little sour but not bad, like Italian salad dressing mixed with runny sour cream. Very slimy. Like olive oil. We adjourned to Dad's bedroom, where the calisthenics continued. Damn, were those boys virile! One of us was cumming at all times! Around midnight, we heard Grandpa open the front door. Gregg and I looked at each other and snickered. Couldn't imagine what was waiting for him, poor man. A pillar of strength, Grandpa had lived simply, piously, "straightly" since the death of Grandma, some seven or eight years earlier. I had shown Dad and Gregg my surveillance equipment, and we moved to my bedroom, where we turned it on in Grandpa's room. "Oh, look! He's getting undressed!" Poor old Grandpa clumsily pulled off his clothes. Everything. So all the men in the family sleep in the nude? And Grandpa was hung! Maybe not as big as Dad, but then, he was 76, and old men don't have the blood pressure to inflate a real Zeppelin. He had good meat, though. In his day, probably made a few girls walk funny. "Wow, Gregg, look! A foreskin!" Dad was staring, too. "Yeah. Grandpa was the last of us to go without circumcision." Then I couldn't believe it. The old man started to jack off! That sexy foreskin slid back and forth, baring his big cockhead. I licked my lips. "Wow, a man his age!" "Age don't make no difference," Dad growled. "A man's balls are like pressure-cans. Have to be relieved." But Dad stared like he was hypnotized. And sure enough, the monitor showed Grandpa lying back on the bed, legs spread exactly as his grandson's had been a few hours earlier. Gregg looked at me. "How are we going to do this?" I giggled. "Let him go to sleep, then I'll slip in there with him." "Now wait just a damned minute! That's my father you're talking about!" "But Dad, you're our father, and we just had a fuck session with you." "Yes, but your grandfather isn't as--weak--as I am. You don't want to let him know we're all...sluts!" But Gregg and I had already darted out of the room--"Hey, you kids, get back in here!" My heart beating like a drum, I ran to Grandpa's bedroom, Gregg right behind me, and we pushed open the door. There he lay, in ecstasy, stroking a--Ohmigod, that thing's really grown! It's huge! He hadn't quite reached his climax yet, though, and when we burst in, we interrupted him. Grandpa looked up with an expression of (1) embarrassment at being caught jerking off, (2), astonishment as he saw his granddaughter and grandson stark naked--and (3) even more amazement as his own son rushed into the room also as naked as the day he was born. "What in hell's going on with all of you?? Dad spoke first. "Dad, this isn't what it looks like--" "It looks like three naked people to me--and judging from what's drooling out of her pussy, I'd say you've been enjoying each other while I was out!" He was angry. Oh, shit, what have we done? Grandpa spoke to me: "Don't give me that worried face. I've had pussies before--and one of 'em spit out you! So don't gimme that Army face--yer going to grit yer teeth and bear it." What? Bear what? With that, Grandpa rose up from the bed, grabbed me, and pulled me down onto the bed with him! So I'm going to have to bear Grandpa wrestling with me? Nope. With a couple of expert moves, he positioned me just right, legs up and back, and Ohmigod! I moaned as his cock hit my slit. And he was gigantic! Inhuman!! The huge, square monstrosity shoved my labia aside and carved me a new cunt! Stretched in impossible ways, he gave me sensitive spots in new areas--and painful stretches everywhere! Choking back a scream, I gritted my teeth (just like he said I would) as his huge cannon reamed me out! And all the while he looked down at me like a vulture! "Like that, honey?" he laughed, and in a textbook master-fuck, he reached down and rubbed my abdomen, massaging my lower belly, maneuvering his huge snake deep inside me, rearranging my guts to fit his huge organ, still thrusting into me like an endless treadmill of cock. The ecstasy of Grandpa's entry was almost more than I could bear. I actually felt an orgasm starting with that first stroke! Incredible! The fuck pain was fiery, but as he crawled over me, adjusting his angle, continuing that lascivious massage-training of my insides, I moaned long and low. Grandpa is the greatest fuck I've ever had, AND HE'S NOT EVEN BEGUN YET!! "Yer right," he growled. "Yer my bitch now." Ohmigod, he can read my mind! As he moved atop me, constantly pushing in more meat, he turned his head to the side. "Robert, git over here!" Dad's name was "Bob." Only Grandpa called him "Robert." Dad moved over to stand by the side of the bed, his big cock up and ready. "Dad, I'm sorry for all this...I don't know what to say--" "Gregg, git over here and keep yer father hard fer me. I'll deal with him soon's I breed this little bitch." My god, this is kindly Grandpa who used to bounce me on his knee? He bent his head down to me. "Ya sexy little mink," he murmured, "I've dreamed o' fucking ya since the days ya used to sashay around the house in them bikinis!" Dad spoke up. "Dad, you're their grandfather! You can't--we can't--" "Is that yer son on his knees sucking yer cock?" Grandpa's voice was a growl. "I've known about ya all yer life!" I looked up. Dad's face was white. "I seen ya," Grandpa went on, "back in them lumber piles. On yer back, feet in the air. Ya coulda stopped long 'fore then, but ya didn't, did ya?" I couldn't believe my ears. Almost took my attention away from the huge flame-thrower thrusting up through me, turning me into a melted bar of horny, cum-slut butter. Grandpa went on. "And look at ya now! Ya know ya want this. Ya want me to dump in ya! Probably always have! Git over on this bed, boy! Right beside her. And spread yer legs fer me!" With that, Grandpa pulled out of me! What?? No! NO!! "Grandpa--no--get back--on fire!!" But what my eyes saw was almost as horny. My own father, Bob "the Badger" Coleman, 6'4", 280 pounds, a giant of a man, lay down on the bed beside me, his face a mask of panic. Grandpa slapped my ass. "Gimme some room, Sandra! Gregg, git over here and finish 'er!" With that he grabbed Dad's ankles, put one on each shoulder, then rose up onto his knees, lifting Dad's hips off the bed, rolling him back like a beefy donut, and to my thunderstruck eyes, he sank that giant torpedo into Dad, lunging most of it in with one titanic stroke!! That would've split me in half, and I expected Dad to bellow like a buffalo, but he just let out a low moan. "Don't hurt ya, does it, ya fuckin' faggot! Used to it, ain't ya!" Grandpa was scary. Dominant, commanding. Not an ounce of little-old-man in him! And again I couldn't believe my ears. Dad's head rolled from side to side in pleasure, and he moaned, "Yeah, oh god, yeah! Never dreamed--get your huge cock--love it! Deeper, Daddy--fuck me!!" I swear to god, I was so out-of-my-fucking-mind turned on, I barely noticed Gregg getting into the saddle. His huge cock (bigger than anything back at the Army base) slid into me like a paintbrush--first a gentle, tickling, soothing spread of my labia (Yes, oh fucking YES!) then an oh-yeah-I-remember-this horny pain as I stretched around his barrel. But in spite of the wonderful fire growing again between my legs, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the terrible fucking going on beside me. "Might's well let ya know," Grandpa growled, "I had a few o' you queers in my time." He snickered. "Matter o' fact, my poker buddies try to lose so they got to bend over fer me." He reached down and pinched Dad's nipples, making him wince. "Just fucked one 'fore I came home!" Then growled down at Dad's. "Ain't gonna be no talk 'bout rubbers betwixt us, though, boy. Ya been waitin' all these years to git bred. We ain't gonna waste it!" Grandpa rose up again, even taller, pushing Dad back onto his shoulders. Had to be a strain. Had to be uncomfortable. Dad's arms stretched out on either side for balance, fists grabbing the sheet, but he said nothing, made no struggles, his eyes staring into Grandpa's. And Grandpa, tall, heroic, like an Eiffel Tower, stared down at Dad, smiling like a proud Alfa male. "Fucking bitch, look how damned hard ya are! Yer cock points up at yer belly, and--I'll be damned, boy--yer plugged into me, ain't ya! Yer so hot to be my bitch, yer whole body is at my command! Still slamming Dad's hips with nearly vertical fuck-strokes, Grandpa smiled like Satan. "Go on, ya cum-slut. Show me yer my bitch! CUM!!" And like he had somehow pressed a button in Dad, my father stiffened, his eyes clenched shut. "Ohh, God!" he gasped, and Ohmigod! Dad's big mortar tube, even bigger than Gregg's, flowered out into something still bigger, and gobs!--I mean fucking huge gobs!--of white cum shot down across his contorted body, splattering all over his chest, his neck, and all over his face! "Open yer mouth, slut!" Dad opened his mouth wide and caught I don't know how many spurts, swallowing them and panting for more. When it was finally over, Dad slumped back, still pivoted on his shoulders by his owner above as Grandpa fucked his own son, treating him like a cum-bucket as he worked for his own climax. And it hit me! My god, I had an orgasm, too! I was astounded! I was so hypnotized, so psychologically ravished by the sight of my own father surrendering his manhood to my grandfather, the ecstasy in my pussy was actually the background for the firestorm of sex I was watching! And it wasn't over. "Gregg, git up here behind me!" What, not again?? But at least I had cummed, so I wouldn't be left whining on the bed like an unsatisfied bitch. Gregg pulled out and crawled over behind Grandpa with an oh, shit, now what? expression. "Hosin' this slut ain't enough of a turn-on," Grandpa growled. "Work that grand-baby cock up my ass so's I can git a little more stimulation!" Again my mouth fell open in astonishment! So did Gregg's. Only when Grandpa spread his legs wider, still humping down and up on Dad, did Gregg get focus. Sort of limboing down under Grandpa's ass, he made the connection, then with some hip lurches, he sank it into my grandfather's rectum. "Unnnh, yeah, good boy. That's it. Feel me squeezin' my asshole over ya?" Gregg gasped. I lay there, my eyes locked onto my menfolk, the scene mapped onto my brain like a laser-printing. I will never forget that sight as long as I live. When Grandpa finally got his gun, Dad hit another climax, too! Who knows, maybe the Coleman men's DNA put them on the same cum-clock because I spotted big white smears coating Gregg's cock, too, lubing him, finally leaking out around his shaft and drooling down Grandpa's legs. Sperm spurted from the edges of Dad's asshole, too, although fighting gravity. Everybody had made it. They froze like that for a long time, enjoying every last second of the climax, then the warm purring of the afterglow. Then Gregg unplugged, falling back on the bed, rolling off onto the floor. White streams leaked out of Grandpa's ass. He shuffled back, lowering Dad's body, lifting Dad's legs from his shoulders, but "Clench up, boy! Don't ya waste a drop o' my swimmers! You keep them tucked inside ya like the bitch ya are! Ya been bred, boy!" My father clenched his buttocks, tightening his asshole, guarding my grandfather's sperm inside him. Again, it was more than I could stand. My magic index finger had been keeping the kettle boiling as I watched, and the sight of Dad as a brood-mare was too much. While I clenched the sheet in my fist, my pussy opened up like a sweet onion, every section unveiling me to a deeper pleasure, and cooing like a pigeon, I sank into the hottest orgasm I ever managed just from a finger. Grandpa was the rooster. He bred every one of us all through the night and all through Sunday. When I finally staggered out to my car Monday morning, my pussy, cervix, vagina, asshole, and hell, all my guts were so thoroughly coated with sperm, I took two more birth-control pills, and even then I was on pins and needles for weeks until I got my period. Although it was the horniest experience of my life, I was a little glad to get away to the Army. Gentle, kindly Grandpa had suddenly come into a new rank in the household, and as much as I craved that big cock of his, the fuck-slave thing appeared to be more Dad and Gregg's appetites. I'll still encourage Gregg to join the Army. Hell, if they ask, I won't tell--and on occasion I wouldn't mind something a little more painful when I get tired of Corporal Feldman's meat & potatoes. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~